My "real" name is constantly on the "most popular baby girl names" lists. It's one of those "normal, Christian" names. My sister's name's Virginia ... brother's Daniel ... Daddy had a thing for "normal" names.
And I don't like my name. When people call me it, I get nervous ... except for the boyfriend; he gets special dispensation as one of the people closest to me.
So I found myself a little nickname that doesn't let anybody guess my real name, even though tricksy me can trace it back. There are certain joys to knowing even tiny tidbits of other languages ... but apparently my nickname is a men's name in Mexico and the Phillipines. And I can't figure out what it "means!" Boo.
Upon googling the nickname, I found an African singer who shares it and says it means "strong," and close to the words "laugh" and "risk" in other languages. So ... I guess I'm a strong, risky laugh.
It fits, right?
I'd never change it to my "real" name, though. It gives me an interesting psychological duality ... I can make someone feel like a friend or keep them "out" of my circle depending what name I give them upon first meeting.
But for here I'll stick with "Little." It doesn't fit me, but it's an old MB nick of mine.